Lies,
are like glass vases.
Beautiful, and frail.
We often choose them,
over the bland copper vessel
of truth,
and then when we try
to prove to the world
the strength of our lies,
we tighten our grip
on the frail glass,
and they break.
And the once beautiful vessel,
turns into broken, sharp shards,
only making us bleed
regrets.
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